I'm in Senior Year, and the System Says I'm Going on a Blind Date with My Childhood Sweetheart

Chapter 255: Chapter 161: Lao Yuan, What’s It Like to Hold Hands?

As they dragged Shen Yuan out, Yang Ze called over Sun Xiansheng and Yang Shuai to help.

After all, Shen Yuan was surprisingly strong; Yang Ze and Chen Mingyu probably couldn’t overpower him on their own.

"Spill it! Goddammit, don’t you dare tell me you and Li Zhi are ’just friends,’ or that you were ’childhood friends from kindergarten, elementary, and middle school’!" Yang Ze roared, his eyes wide with fury as he pinned Shen Yuan against the hallway railing.

"If you’re not honest, you’ll soon be wishing it was a knife sticking in your back!" Yang Ze’s voice grew deeper, tinged with menace.

Chen Mingyu, standing to the side, saw this and a smirk played on his lips. He added in a taunting, sing-song voice, "And not just *one* knife, oh no!"

At these words, Shen Yuan’s face grew even paler, and a sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Just then, Sun Xiansheng, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up. He put on a kindly smile, his tone relatively gentle. "Yuan, just be honest. I’ll still be on your side. Just treat it as passing on some dating experience to us bros."

Yang Shuai nodded, a flicker of yearning for romance in his eyes.

"I’ll talk, I’ll talk!"

Facing the second-year classroom building, Shen Yuan gave in.

’Truly, there are times a man would rather be stabbed in the back with a knife.’

’The feeling of my bros’ sweat dripping down my back... that was truly disgusting.’

Hearing Shen Yuan give in, Yang Ze’s lips curled into a smirk. He snorted. "Hurry up and talk! If you dare hesitate and waste this perfect opportunity, you’ll see how I’ll deal with you!"

Shen Yuan hurriedly answered, "W-we just held hands!"

Yang Ze’s brow furrowed. He pressed, "How far have you gone, exactly?"

Shen Yuan answered honestly, "Li Zhi and I just held hands! That’s really it. If anything more had happened, I definitely would’ve walked into the classroom holding her hand today, believe me."

"For a moment?" Yang Ze seemed dissatisfied with this answer, his expression full of suspicion.

Shen Yuan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Less than two minutes, I think."

In truth, he hadn’t paid attention to how long they’d held hands that day.

He hadn’t counted, so of course, Yang Ze and the others had no idea either.

But even this brief, less-than-two-minute-long hand-holding was enough to make Yang Ze and his group of idiot friends completely lose their minds.

"Ah! This is treason!" Yang Ze cried out.

"Lao Yuan, you’ve lost your first hand-hold! You’re no longer pure!"

Sun Xiansheng looked as if he’d suffered a devastating blow and started wailing, "WAAAH, I want to hold a girl’s hand too!"

Seeing this, Yang Shuai suddenly extended his hand to Sun Xiansheng and said shyly, "Teacher Hou, if you don’t mind, I can let you hold mine for a bit. Although my chromosomes are missing a stroke, it shouldn’t be a big deal."

"Get lost, get lost, get lost! Get the hell away from me, you homo!" Sun Xiansheng said in disgust.

"No, I’m just saying, I’ve held one before too. You can feel what it’s like."

Yang Shuai had barely finished speaking when Sun Xiansheng slammed him against the railing too.

"Die!"

As Sun Xiansheng slammed into him, a cry of pain escaped Yang Shuai’s lips.

"Oof!"

"Fuck!"

Yang Shuai’s miserable plight horrified Shen Yuan, who began struggling desperately to break free from Yang Ze’s hold.

Just as Shen Yuan was struggling, a figure suddenly appeared in the third-floor stairwell.

When Zhou Shaojie saw the scene before him, he charged forward without a moment’s hesitation.

"Eat my Meat-Egg-Scallion-Chicken!" Zhou Shaojie yelled, charging straight at Yang Ze and Shen Yuan like a cannonball.

"Holy shit!" Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Yang Ze and Shen Yuan were sent stumbling, and the railing rattled violently from the impact.

The game of human-railing-Jenga took a heavy hit. Shen Yuan and Yang Ze both turned to look at an ecstatic Ah Jie.

The next second, Ah Jie felt the world spin around him, and then a door materialized before his eyes.

"Hey! Wait—!"

After a round of Aruba, Ah Jie was left whimpering over the railing, listening to the others talk with Shen Yuan.

"Lao Yuan, what does holding hands feel like?"

Shen Yuan slowly lifted his head, his gaze drifting toward the sky as if recalling the heart-stopping moment. He then answered in a deep, gentle voice, "It’s like... holding the entire world in your hand."

His voice wasn’t loud, yet it seemed to echo in the air, carrying a magical quality that allowed everyone around him to feel the emotion deep in his heart.

*HISS—*

The assembled group of high school boys, none of whom had ever held a girl’s hand, all sucked in a sharp breath in unison. They stared at Shen Yuan, their eyes wide with disbelief, seemingly unable to comprehend such a feeling.

Yang Shuai, however, was completely baffled by Shen Yuan’s answer. He scratched his head and asked with a bewildered look, "Huh? It is?"

The moment he spoke, it was like lighting a fuse, and the others erupted in an uproar.

"Shut up!" Sun Xiansheng yelled furiously. "You just don’t get it! It’s only because your love wasn’t strong enough!"

Startled by the sudden accusation, Yang Shuai flinched. He was at a loss, explaining weakly, "But, it feels really special when she cosplays..."

"Just go die!" the others shouted in unison before he could even finish.

What had the poor gaming addict done wrong? He had only shared his emotions with Tifa, Alice, Shiranui Mai, Ada Wang, and so on and so forth.

After Yang Shuai was forcibly muted, Chen Mingyu asked, "Yuan, were you nervous?"

Shen Yuan nodded, a hint of shyness on his face. He said softly, "Very. I was afraid of being rejected."